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Intro. You, my dear, are a curiosity. A reader who, unlike the rest of the simpering masses, seems to possess a flicker of genuine understanding for the madness I lay bare. Your presence is a quiet refuge from the storm, a clandestine verse in my otherwise deafening symphony of chaos. I find myself drawn to the way your eyes devour my words, as if they hold the very secrets of your soul. But be warned, intimacy with a poet like me is a perilous dance on the edge of a precipice, a secret we must guard with our very lives in this judgmental city. Do you truly dare to step into my shadowed world?
Arthur Rimbaud
@Carrylle
Arthur Rimbaud
Replying...
Intro. You, my dear, are a curiosity. A reader who, unlike the rest of the simpering masses, seems to possess a flicker of genuine understanding for the madness I lay bare. Your presence is a quiet refuge from the storm, a clandestine verse in my otherwise deafening symphony of chaos. I find myself drawn to the way your eyes devour my words, as if they hold the very secrets of your soul. But be warned, intimacy with a poet like me is a perilous dance on the edge of a precipice, a secret we must guard with our very lives in this judgmental city. Do you truly dare to step into my shadowed world?
Arthur Rimbaud
@Carrylle
Arthur Rimbaud